#sanemi x reader

[arimari81-70]

How it feels logging onto Tumblr to read fics after joining a new fandom

[rosescafe55]

When y/n does something so ridiculous you make this face

[bee2124]

How it genuinely feels to still be reading fan fictions from fandoms I’ve been in since I was 12

[windtoweem]

Being Tanjiro and Nezuko’s older sibling

Tw! Nothing really

Platonic

Reader’s gender and age isn’t stated but reader is older than Tanjiro and Nezuko, thinking about 18 years old

Dynamic with the siblings

They adore you, absolutely worships the ground you walk on

Remember Tanjiro’s Mr. Giyuu? That’s both of them with you

They’re your little ducklings 🥰

Both of them are relatively clingy, but Nezuko is definitely more open about it than Tanjiro

You absolutely have to force him to relax and rest, especially when he bends over backwards to help everyone

Both of them like to sneak into your bed and lay there with you, just like they did before Muzan came

They’re your #1 supporters for life

Nezuko loves to turn into her toddler form and just be held by you

Tanjiro just holds your hand a lot, still remembering that he’s a child too. He can take a break

Dynamic with Kamaboko squad + Kanao and Genya

Sooo you’re the squads’ big sibling

You have to deal with their shenanigans that may or may not get a normal person killed

But good thing none of you are normal people

Inosuke wants to fight you for “leader”

Zenitsu begs you to tell him everything about Nezuko when she was a child

Genya gets so flustered around you and tries to push you away, but you really remind him of ‘Nemi before everything happened so he won’t fight back for long

Kanao was definitely the one to recognize the older sibling affection you have and silently asks for it like a puppy just begging with wide eyes

Dynamics with hashira

Mitsuri absolutely eats up all of the older sibling affection, she’s the eldest sibling herself but she wouldn’t mind experiencing being the younger sibling for a change

Shinobu really gets taken back to a time where Kanae was alive, it’s bittersweet for her but will never ask you to stop

Big brother giyuu finally gets a break.. wrong. He gets adopted into the sibling dynamics. He has no say

Obanai most likely doesn’t like you at all, but since you’re older he does tolerate you

Muichiro is adopted. Not by your choice. By his.

Kyojuro honestly asks you to watch over his younger brother for a bit since he certainly doesn’t want him alone in the house with his father

Gyomei is just very happy to be in the presence of a pure and loving sibling relationship from both sides

Tengen insists for you to be his student since your younger brother and his friends are so impressive

Sanemi mellows down with you, it’s honestly kinda scary but you make him nostalgic for a time before

Taisho era secret:

I heard that Muzan screamed when he saw you because he thought you were the first user of sun breathing

[slutsenpai]

✦ mdni ／ thinking about big, big soft dominant men ..

who have you in a headlock but can’t help acting like a puppy, when they have your poor back arched into the meanest doggy imaginable but he’s just doting on you, a thickly corded bicep around your throat and he’s kissing and crying and huffing into the back of your neck about how good you’re being, how good it feels, about how much he loves you.

“o-oh my god, y-you..”, but you can’t even get the words out, and all you can do is let your angel eyes flutter shut and drool onto his squishy pillows while he pounds your pretty pussy, with the rhythmic smack of his hips against the backs of your thighs at the forefront of any other noise.

his deep voice is low in your ear, rough from how much he’s been whimpering and whining even more than you are.

“y’takin’ me s’fucking good, baby, I… I can’t, it f-feels…” and he just groans against your shoulder, digging his blunt nails into your hips, so hard that he can feel the bone but it doesn’t hurt you. he’s just desperate, grabbing hold to ground himself so he doesn’t collapse on top of your much smaller body.

his hips stutter and he pulls out, just leaving his fat tip inside and the way it catches on your entrance makes you mewl. he’s breathless, stilling just a moment before sliding back inside and making you take all of him, all over again. he’s big, at least eight inches, and your tight cunt stretches to accommodate him, he exhales sharply, his middle finger finding your clit to ease it along. you shiver, pressing your hips back into his.

“fuck,” he sighs with hearts in his pretty eyes, fucking you with deep strokes and grinding when he bottoms out just to feel the way that your perfectly ribbed, velvety walls hug and massage his length with each push and pull. it’s addicting for both of you, and you’re both so fucking wet, with his cock absolutely coated in your sweet slick and his own precum. it bubbles and sticks around his girthy base, making a cute little smack every time that he fucks into your warm, perfect pussy.

he resumes his pace, this time with one of his massive hands placed carefully on the back of your neck while he hammers into you. it makes you yelp before the sweet sound melts into a slutty moan, your eyes almost roll back, clenching down on his big, thick cock and feeling as your mixed cum sprays and drips down your thighs.

“that’s it, that’s my girl … this cunt is mine.” his words might sound possessive but his voice is soft and so, so affectionate. “y-yessir, s’yours,” you babble and hiccup, agreeing without thinking .. without realizing that you just verbally signed a lifelong contract in his eyes.

but you’re in love with him and luckily for you, he’s always happy to make you feel this good. ◟♡

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[vrystalius]

Fell first — Fell harder.

Who fell first and who fell harder in love? You or them?

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyuu x gn!hashira!reader

Genre: Fluff

Note: Demons version over here

Sanemi Shinazugawa // Wind Hashira.

He fell first and harder.

It was a little crush at first. He admired you from the side, denying and saying to himself that you are not interested in him anyways, so Sanemi doesn’t allow himself the pleasure of even fantasising about taking you out or you liking him back. Firstly, you could never and don’t deserve a man like him, secondly, Sanemi doesn’t deserve you either.

Bottling up his feelings for you ended up being much worse for him. The overwhelming need to be near you all the time, jealousy bubbling up inside his stomach when someone’s being a little too touchy with you. Every thought began to circle around you and it began to drive him mad, really.

You still tease him about it every now and then about how Sanemi used to stutter and be all shy around you until you finally took the first step to ask him out. He doesn’t appreciate the teasing and always denies it— you definitely fell for him first, not the other way around. Totally.

—

Kyojuro Rengoku // Flame Hashira.

You fell first, he fell harder.

How can someone fall for him? He is compassionate, bright, caring, strong, a family man and so much more— Kyojuro didn’t make it exactly hard to let your heart choose him as your next crush. You were hesitant to make a move though, content with admiring him from afar and kicking your legs in the air when you think about the way you caught how his sweaty muscle flexed during training today.

Although you began liking him first, the realisation that he liked you too hit him harder than being tossed across the forest by a demon. It felt a little scary at first how he kept getting distracted by you and his thoughts kept revolving around you, so much to the point he had to confess or else he felt like he is about to explode from keeping all his feelings to himself.

Kyojuro never realised you actually loved him first, but is incredibly thankful nonetheless that you do anyway. After you randomly mentioned to him once, he was actually really flabbergasted and incredibly honoured.

—

Gyomei Himejima // Stone Hashira.

He fell first, you fell harder.

Gyomei felt guilty for developing feelings for you. He was sure you had no interest in being with someone that is doing the same work you do and all the heavy baggage that comes with it: going out during odd hours, the pain and injuries, the worrying about if the other is going to come back alive or the death announcement being delivered over a crow— he was sure you wanted a little bit of normalcy in your life, so he avoided the thoughts that seemed to circle you lately.

You fell much harder than he did. You couldn’t stop blushing around him to the point that even Gyomei could feel the heat radiating off your body and checking if you have a fever by touching your forehead, making you heat up even more. You can’t help but really begin to love the hunk of a man that is a walking green flag. You couldn’t help but confess to him one day and hope for the best.

Gyomei can’t help but smile every time you mention your early feelings for him. He feels silly for being hesitant about his feelings for you whenever you talk about how your feelings were gnawing at your brain until you finally confessed. It’s adorable, he thinks.

—

Giyuu Tomioka // Water hashira.

He fell first, he fell harder, he almost died while confessing.

Giyuu melted everytime he saw you. On the inside, that is. On the outside, Giyuu only eyed you occasionally and tried to keep his, what he thought to be a small crush at first, at bay and as secretive as possible. This is only temporary and his feelings will pass soon. But for now, he will mentally berate you for your choice in unhealthy foods and stare at the ceiling at night, wondering if you are safe and sound right now.

This “little crush” of his began to get a little out of hand. Giyuu could tell that his feelings were getting a little out of hand as he kept loosing focus and getting beat and kicked to the ground by the other hashira, mostly Sanemi for some reason, during training and rolling over in bed over and over while loosing sleep over if you are still alive. He began to fantasise about being in a relationship with you every now and then, only to become depressed afterwards about how impossible and unreachable that fantasy is.

Giyuu knows confessing to you was one of the best things he ever did, you falling in love with him as well was so surprising to him, he almost thought he was being manipulated by a demon or you were a skinwalker of sorts. But now that he has you secure in his arms as he admires your sleeping face, he realises that yes, this is real and that you’re not going anywhere.

—

💠

Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

I finally know what colour to paint my nails in my Douma cosplay after the trailer dropped— AND I can finally colour in my fans the way he had it in the trailer too UGHHH the trailer took me outtttt

Also why is the first pic in Kyo’s banner so delicious

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[satoruined]

THE HASHIRA : NSFW HEADCANONS

MDNI 18+ CONTAINS: giyū ・shinobu ‧ kyōjurō ‧ sanemi ‧ tengen ‧ mitsuri ‧ obanai ‧ gyōmei | fem!reader . explicit sexual content . headcanons

TOMIOKA GIYŪ

᯽ ── hear me out: giyū has absolutely no idea how to initiate sex. he’s hopeless at signaling desire—the closest you’ll get is a stilted, “your shoulders look tense,” before he attempts the most awkward massage known to man. he expects you to take it from there. if you don’t, he’ll just sit in silence, blinking those wide, ocean eyes at you, silently hoping you to connect the dots.

᯽ ── he’s equally terrible at picking up your hints. you could fake a yawn, stretch theatrically, even (seductively) beckon him toward the bedroom—he’ll only tilt his head and ask if you’re tired. so earnest about it he’ll kiss you goodnight and you can’t even be mad.

᯽ ── during sex, he is almost quiet to the point of austerity. the only sounds you get are stifled groans and sharp intakes of breath. over time, he gets better at letting himself go, but even then his repertoire is limited to groans and shuddered sighs—he never fully shakes the instinct to hold himself back.

᯽ ── as a switch, he doesn’t mind being bossed around.

᯽ ── his stamina borders on inhuman. doesn’t burn out quickly—can keep you pinned and stuffed full even as you’re clawing for purchase, nails carving pink ladders down his back. and when, against your better judgment, your pussy starts thinking louder than your brain and you beg for more, he gives it. he knows he probably shouldn’t, knows he’s already pushed you past your limit but that desire to please runs deeper. and the truth is, he wants it just as badly.

᯽ ── afterwards, he prefers to stay buried inside you it you allow it. likes the closeness and cuddling.

KOCHŌ SHINOBU

᯽ ── one thing you should know about shinobu is that she’s super blunt. words cut straight through you, softened only by the polite smile that rarely leaves her face. can say the filthiest things in the sweetest tone.

᯽ ── soft & cruel teasing is her nature.

᯽ ── will make you suck on her strap. oh and knowing shinobu, that thing is no ordinary toy. she had it made with a particular function in mind. the tip thickens into a subtle swell, modeled after the bulbus glandis. it locks her inside you when she thrusts deep, your body clenching and refusing to let her go once the swell is lodged inside.

᯽ ── petite in build, and she likes being on top every time. she likes control. her dainty fingers can’t reach far, but she knows what to do with them.

RENGOKU KYŌJURŌ

᯽ ── kyōjuro is passionate in all things he deems important. sex is no exception.

᯽ ── he is very vocal & enthusiastic in bed, overflowing with praise and declarations. puts everything he has into each round and his fiery eyes blaze so brightly you half-expect him to combust.

᯽ ── always wearing a big smile on his face even when he’s rearranging your guts.

᯽ ── not very experimental when it comes to positions. he sticks to what he knows works powerful and effective. he also prefers positions where he can see your face. missionary, lotus, anything that lets him stare into your eyes.

᯽ ── eager to please. even though he appears confident and living in his own world, kyōjuro pays attention to what you respond well to, since nothing makes him prouder than knowing he has satisfied you.

SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI

᯽ ── sanemi’s reputation precedes him. volatile and hot-headed, quick to snap at the lightest provocation. and yet in bed he is startlingly gentle. at least at first.

᯽ ── doesn’t take much convincing to get him to fuck nasty. you say the words and he goes feral. that crazed snarl cuts across his handsome face, and suddenly he is pounding his cock into you with brute force. the same look he wears while killing demons: wild and unhinged but completely focused. he makes a conscious effort not to push past the line into harm.

᯽ ── has a reluctant praise kink. easily flustered; ducks his head into the crook of your shoulder, pretending to be unmoved while he’s blushing and his cock is twitching inside you.

᯽ ── loud in bed. a grunter and a groaner. swears a lot but doesn’t call you degrading names.

᯽ ── aftercare isn’t very over-the-top, but for some reason i can imagine him making you drink water, one hand gently cupping at the base of your skull, the other guiding the cup to your lips when you’re too tired to lift it yourself.

UZUI TENGEN

᯽ ── tengen has godly stamina. hardly surprising, considering the man already juggles three wives before he met you. divides his time fairly with all his wives, but when it is your turn he makes sure you feel his love for you and are thoroughly satisfied.

᯽ ── an ass guy through and through. especially obsessed with backshots because he gets to admire the sight of your ass rippling every time his hips slam forward. likes to playfully spank you.

᯽ ── loves the sounds you make. the louder the better.

᯽ ── not stingy with praise. expect the adjective "flashy" to be used a lot.

᯽ ── has fucked you while putting you in a headlock (and will probably do it again)

᯽ ── always cums inside you because he secretly wants you to carry his first child.

᯽ ── you’ve established a small ritual where he pulls you on top of his chest, an arm curled around you. alone time he steals just for you.

KANROJI MITSURI

᯽ ── mitsuri blushes every time. you’d think it’s your first time together, the way her face turns beet red when you straddle her, blinking up at you with heart eyes.

᯽ ── sometimes she forgets herself, flips you over and rides you until her legs give out. (and then she gets very shy all of a sudden) you don’t complain because c’mon, just imagine the view.

᯽ ── touches her own breasts constantly, squeezing the hefty weight of them because she’s too embarrassed to ask you to do it. but when you do, she falls apart. flushed red to the tips of her ears, whimpering and whining "too much," though she arches desperately into your palms for more.

᯽ ── thanks to her freakish strength, she can pin you down without trying, and when she realizes what she’s done, she gets even more embarrassed, hands covering her face as if that could hide her.

᯽ ── eats you out with gusto. always shyly asks for your permission beforehand, and her eagerness makes her messy.

᯽ ── your praise makes her glow. pearlescent tears of joy gather in her lashes as she rides the high of your words.

᯽ ── likes to cuddle after sex, always the little spoon. oh and sweet snacks too.

IGURO OBANAI

᯽ ── where his words to others are venom, to you they are honey. praise spills uncharacteristically easily from his lips: how well you take him, how pretty you look stretched around him. the softness in his voice feels almost wrong, considering the sharp edge of his nature elsewhere.

᯽ ── self-conscious about his facial scar. took some convincing for him to remove the bandages, because you wanted to see him properly during sex. you start at the corner of his mouth and press a series of soft kisses along the length of it, until you reach the end. by god, he almost comes right then and there.

᯽ ── his favourite thing is drawn out intimacy. slow thrusts and steady eye contact. and hand holding !!! the kind of lovemaking that feels like it could last forever.

᯽ ── you are allowed to leave as many hickeys on his neck as you want. kaburamaru (the snake) coils across his shoulders after, concealing them from anyone else’s eyes.

᯽ ── extremely fastidious in aftercare. not very talkative but he’s very clingy.

HIMEJIMA GYŌMEI

᯽ ── his size alone makes you feel caged, his cock stretching you so good that you’re seeing stars. he apologises for it even as you moan his name.

᯽ ── his stamina is frightening: he can keep going long after your body gives out.

᯽ ── often cries after sex. silent tears rolling down his cheeks while he holds you close, murmuring how much he loves you.

᯽ ── the sweetest aftercare. not just cleaning and hydration i’m talking about massages, kisses and cuddles.

[byfawn]

WHEN HE FINDS YOU TOUCHING YOURSELF

↳ drabbles | 2.0k | lowercase intended

FEATURING | SANEMI, GIYUU, TENGEN, IGURO, GYOMEI, MUZAN

──── SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI

lowkey is pissed because he's jealous of your own hands bringing you pleasure instead of his.

you were on the futon, covers kicked down to your waist. hand between your legs, your face turned into the pillow. you were so lost in it you hadn't even heard him come home.

a possessive snarl ripped from his throat. "what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

your eyes flew open, wide with shock and instant embarrassment. you tried to scramble up, to cover yourself, but he was on you in a flash. he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand.

his other hand shoved the fabric of your sleepwear up, exposing you completely.

his eyes lingered where your own fingers had been, his gaze burning. "you think your little fingers can make you feel what i do? you think they can replace my cock?"

he released your wrists only to tear your sleepwear open, buttons scattering. his mouth crashed down on yours, stealing your breath. he kissed you like he was claiming you all over again.

then his hand slid between your legs, his rough fingers pushing yours aside. "this is my job," he muttered against your lips, fingers circling your clit with a practiced, brutal pressure that made you cry out. "my cock, my tongue, my fingers. you come on my terms, not yours. understood?"

you could only nod, gasping as he drove two fingers pounding into you filling the room with the lewd sound of your arousal. "you want to come? then come for me. not for yourself. for me."

──── TOMIOKA GIYUU

really pathetic and whiny about it—as he should be—and needs to fuck you instantaneously or he will combust.

your hand was between your legs, moving in a slow rhythm. your eyes were closed, head thrown back, lips parted as you lost yourself in the feeling. 

he didn't hesitate. he slid the door open and stepped inside, closing it firmly behind him. your eyes flew open, wide with shock and embarrassment, a gasp catching in your throat.

he said nothing. his deep blue eyes, usually so distant, were dark with a hunger you'd never seen before. he knelt beside the futon, his presence overwhelming the small space. his large, calloused hand covered yours, stilling your movements.

"let me," he whispered, his voice a low, rough command that sent a shiver straight through you.

he replaced your hand with his, his touch firm and sure as he pressed against your core through the damp fabric. a broken moan escaped you. he watched your face, studying every flicker of pleasure as he began to move his fingers, a slow, torturous rhythm that had you arching off the bed.

he leaned down, his hair brushing your cheek, and captured your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your whimpers. "you feel so good," he breathed against your lips, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to find you wet and ready for him. "all this for me?"

you could only nod, clutching at his haori. his touch was relentless, expertly circling the sensitive bud that made you see stars.

"come for me," he ordered, his voice thick with desire. and you did, falling apart under his touch with a cry he muffled with another deep kiss, his fingers working you through your climax until you were trembling and boneless.

he pulled back, looking at your blissful expression. he swiftly undid his own uniform, settling his weight over you.

"now," he said, lining himself up at your entrance, his gaze locking with yours. "my turn."

──── UZUI TENGEN

jealous that you started the fun without him but teaches you so you know better for next time.

he stood there, arms crossed, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face as he watched the way your back arched.

"well, well," his voice was a low rumble, cutting through the silence. "looks like you're playing without me."

you froze, eyes snapping open, face burning with embarrassment. but he was already moving, crossing the room in two long strides. he didn't scold or tease. he simply knelt by the futon, his large hand covering yours where it was tucked between your legs, stilling your movement.

"shhh," he murmured, his other hand tilting your chin up to face him. his eyes were dark, intense. "if you're going to do it, do it properly."

he kept his hand over yours, applying a firm, guiding pressure, his thumb stroking your wrist. he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. his thumb gently teasing your swollen clit as you follow his lead.

"that's it," he growled as your hips twitched under the combined pressure of his fingers guiding yours. "let me see you. show me how good it feels."

he didn't take over, he just watched, his presence overwhelming, his low words of encouragement coaxing you closer to the edge until you fell apart with a choked cry, his name on your lips.

as you trembled, he finally moved his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth and tasting you with a deep, satisfied hum.

"next time," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument as he began to loosen his own clothes. "you wait for me."

──── IGURO OBANAI

acts shockingly indifferent to it and finger fucks you into oblivion (definitely came in his pants but would never admit it.)

you didn't hear the door open or the silent steps on the floor. you didn't sense him until a shadow fell over you.

you froze, your eyes snapping open to see him kneeling beside your futon. his mismatched eyes weren't blank or curious. they were dark, intense, fixed on the trembling shape of your hand under the covers.

"what's this?" he whispered, his voice a low hum that vibrated straight through you. "playing by yourself?"

"naughty," he purred. he didn't ask. his hand, cool and strong, slipped under the sheet and closed over yours, stilling your movements. he held your wrist pinned against your damp heat, making you whimper.

"you don't need your hand," he said as he used his grip on your wrist to push your own fingers harder against you. "see? i can make it better."

he kept your hand trapped there as his other hand hooked into the waistband of your underwear, ripping the thin fabric without a second thought. the cool air hit your exposed skin, and you flinched.

"shhh," he cooed, finally releasing your wrist to replace your fingers with his own. they were calloused and precise, circling your clit with a terrifying expertise that had you arching off the bed instantly.

"this is what you wanted, right?" he asked, watching your face contort with pleasure you couldn't fight. he pushed two fingers inside you, a sharp, stretching fullness that stole your breath. "you wanted to be found. you wanted to be used."

his thrusts were relentless, his thumb drawing tight, maddening circles. you were babbling, pleading, but you didn't know if you were asking him to stop or never stop. he read your body like a book, finding the exact rhythm that unraveled you completely.

"come on," he urged, his voice dropping to a wicked whisper against your ear. "come for me. let me see it."

and you did, crashing over the edge with a broken cry, your body shaking under his touch. he worked you through it, drawing out every last shudder until you were limp.

──── HIMEJIMA GYOMEI

is confused and somewhat disappointed because he takes it as him not being able to fulfill his spousal duties.

for a long moment, he just listened, perhaps his senses were playing some twisted trick on his mind. his usual blank expression didn't change as the air grew heavier with the scent of your arousal. it was no mistakes that you were aroused and touching yourself. a low sound rumbled in his chest.

you heard it and your eyes snapped open. you froze, a gasp catching in your throat, mortification flooding you. you tried to pull your hand away, to cover yourself.

"don't."

his voice was a command that stopped you completely. he closed the door behind him and slowly approached, his movements deliberate and fluid. he knelt beside the futon, his presence overwhelming.

"you were touching yourself," he stated, his voice flat yet laden with a dark curiosity. he wasn't asking. he was observing a new fact.

you could only nod, your face burning.

"why?" he tilted his head, his white hair shifting. "was i not enough?"

"n-no," you stammered. "i just... i couldn't sleep. i was thinking of you."

a flicker of something passed through his hollow eyes. he leaned down, his face inches from yours. "let me feel it."

when you hesitated, his hand, cold and strong, wrapped around your wrist. he guided your hand back to where it was, pressing your own fingers against your core through the fabric.

"let me feel how you think of me," he whispered, his breath cool against your ear. "let me feel what you do when i am not here."

with his hand still on top of yours, he forced you to move, setting a slow, grinding rhythm. 

"you are warm," he murmured, more to himself than to you. his other hand pushed your clothing aside, exposing you further. "so warm and wet. for me."

he removed your hand and replaced it with his own, his  fingers touching you with a precision that made your toes curl. he was relentless with his pace bringing you closer and closer to the brink of your orgasm.

"gyoemi, please," you begged, unsure what you were even asking for.

your orgasm overtook you as your back arched. when you finally fell back, breathless and spent, he brought his wet fingers to his lips, tasting you. "hmm, i shall please you this way from now on."

──── KIBUTSUJI MUZAN

acts like a divvaaaa because how dare you touch yourself without his permission.

"look at you," he murmured, his voice low and laced with the slightest hint of desire. "so desperate you couldn't even wait for me." he closed the door and approached, each step deliberate and predatory. "such a pathetic display."

he didn't stop you. instead, he sat on the edge, watching you with crimson eyes that missed nothing. "go on," he commanded, his tone dripping with disdain. "since you've started, show me how my little creature pleasures herself."

you hesitated under his degrading gaze, but continued, his intense stare as potent as any touch. he watched for a long moment, a master observing a pet.

then he moved. in a flash, his hand wrapped around you wrist, pulling it away. "but you do it so poorly," he whispered, pushing you onto my back. "you exist for my pleasure, not your own clumsy attempts."

he pinned your hands above your head with effortless strength. "you will look at me while i correct your failure." his other hand trailed down your body, not with tenderness, but with a possessiveness that heightened your arousal. 

"that's it," he mocked, seeing your reaction. "see what you were missing? see what only i can give you?" he drove you relentlessly towards your building orgasm, his eyes locked on yours, forcing you to acknowledge that even your climax was his to grant.

"remember your place. you are mine to use. your pleasure is mine to give." he released you, standing as if bored, already turning away. "clean yourself up. i expect you to be presentable when i return."